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 glad when he sees that I am really working? He has done the work he came for, and gotten there first, and over a harder trail;—but I know that he hasn't done half so much talking as I have. I guess perhaps it is better to walk over a trail than to talk over it, and one certainly does get on faster;"—and then, with a last straight, loving look into her friend's eyes, and a dozen "thank you-s," she started down the trail again.

As they drew near to the boy, the Dream spoke. "Well," he said.

Marjorie looked at him, a warm glow in her face. "Yes," she said, "I have learned a lot,—and I've made a lot of fuss about it, just as I did about the tea-cup;—and I lost track of my Understanding and Common-sense chums a long way back; but they have come again, and are sitting here on this load of apples of mine right now; and if ever I see them sliding off to make room for the emptiness of Superstition and Sequence, and Fear, I'll—I'll—"